“All complete!” said the Toad triumphantly, pulling open a locker. “You see⁠—biscuits, potted lobster, sardines⁠—everything you can possibly want. Soda-water here⁠—baccy there⁠—letter-paper, bacon, jam, cards, and dominoes⁠—you’ll find,” he continued, as they descended the steps again, “you’ll find that nothing whatever has been forgotten, when we make our start this afternoon.”

“I beg your pardon,” said the Rat slowly, as he chewed a straw, “but did I overhear you say something about ‘ we ,’ and ‘ start ,’ and ‘ this afternoon ’?”